Dexter's final cut: a novel / Jeff Lindsay.—First edition. pages cm. 1. Morgan, Dexter (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Forensic scientists—Fiction. 3. Miami (Fla .). It's not that bad being dead. Surprising, really, when you think about it. I mean, everyone always seems so very terri- fied of the whole thing, weeping and. This. 07 - Jeff Lindsay - Dexter's Final Cut Inglese. publication was reported sexually suggestive or adult only and may contain: erotic stories or descriptions of.
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Dexter Is Dead Dexter's Final Cut is the seventh novel written by Jeff Lindsay , and the seventh book in the ' Dexter Morgan ' book series about a serial killer who targets other serial killers. The book was released on September 17, Sensing a strangeness in Robert, Dexter keeps him at arm's length.
Shortly afterwards, the bodies of dead women begin turning up in Miami, all of whom bear a striking resemblance to Jackie. Dexter is assigned to protect Jackie in her hotel room.
The "Dark Passenger" eventually compels Dexter to pursue the lead suspect, an obsessive fan of Jackie's. While working the latest murder, Dexter notices a man fitting the description of Jackie's stalker watching the scene from a kayak.
Stealing away to his boat, Dexter slips alongside him and makes the kill. Dexter initially assumes that Jackie is safe, only for her assistant Kathy to be murdered in the room below hers.
Despite seemingly fitting the pattern of the earlier murders, Dexter notices several errors. That night, Dexter and Jackie start a brief but intense affair. Dexter thinks he may have finally fallen in love with Jackie, and considers leaving his wife Rita and their children. Dexter is called onto the set to appear as a minor character.
And I made it all the way into a seated position in my chair, a cup of vile coffee in one hand and a jelly doughnut in the other, before I ever for a moment suspected that today would be anything other than one more day of peaceful routine among the newly dead of Our Fair City.
And then the phone on my desk began to buzz, and because I was stupid enough to answer it, everything changed forever. It was the sound Captain Matthews made when he wanted to call attention to the fact that he was about to make an important pronouncement. But what momentous declaration could he possibly have now, for me, before I even finished one doughnut, and why would he speak it on the phone to a mere forensics wonk?
And then there was silence. For you. Can you come up to my office?
I stared at the phone for a long moment before I replaced it in its cradle. So what was this about? In fact, it had just recently started to seem like much too long, and the past few evenings I had been fondling my little candidates list and thinking about a new Playdate.
But as I thought back on that wonderful evening, I could remember no slipup, no lazy shortcut, nothing but painstaking perfection. Had Somebody Somehow found Something anyway?
I had been meticulously neat, as always.
He gave commands and I obeyed them. That is all you know in this world, and all you need to know. Because he was a real captain, and very important in the general scheme of things, Matthews had a secretary, although she liked to be called an executive assistant. Her name was Gwen, and she had three virtues far above anyone else I had ever known: She was astonishingly efficient, unbearably serious, and uncompromisingly plain. It was a delightful combination and I always found it irresistible.
So as I hurried up to her desk, wiping the residue of the doughnut off my hands and onto my pants where it belonged, I could not help attempting a very small bon mot.
Go right in.
A devastating combination! I breezed past her and went through the door and into the conference room.
Captain Matthews sat at the head of the table, looking earnest, manly, and at least semi-noble, as he almost always did. Sitting to one side of him was my sister, Sergeant Deborah Morgan, and she did not look happy. Of course, she very seldom did; between her carefully cultivated Cop Scowl and her general outlook of surly watchfulness, the most cheerful expression she had ever managed in my presence was a look of grudging acquiescence.
Still, this morning she looked very much displeased, even for her.